Stories

The Sculpture Garden

The Sculpture Garden

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1970s

The Chinese sculpture, tomb figures, and lions left the building for a garden setting facing Bloor Street. By the time the construction of new galleries began in 1979, plans were to move them indoors. The air pollution was causing noticeable deterioration. Nowadays, the lions are back outdoors and...

"Largest Bequest to a Museum"

"Largest Bequest to a Museum"

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1990s

Louise Hawley Stone leaves a $45 million trust fund to support the purchase of artifacts and specimens and to support museum publications.

Just a speck of dust?

Just a speck of dust?

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1960s

A subtle feeling of anxiety crept over me every time I passed by that large globe in the Geology gallery. The Earth was described as a mere speck of dust, and I felt cold and alone. Somehow, this experience was a seed for new feelings of veneration that developed as I grew older. These feelings...

Two small girls and two tall totem poles

Two small girls and two tall totem poles

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1970s

When I was growing up, every summer my grandmother would take my sister and me and do the rounds of the Toronto attractions. Ontario Place, the Science Centre, the AGO, the Zoo...every Friday we would go on an outing. (It didn't occur to me until much later that Grandma probably didn't...

Centennial Focus

Centennial Focus

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2010s

Janet Carding describes what next year can mean to the role of the ROM in Toronto.

Playing Hooky

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2010s

In 2011, my employer participated in a cultural exchange program where francophone students from Quebec were given the opportunity to work in Toronto for the summer. The student who was assigned to work in my department was an enthusiastic young girl from Montreal who connected well with all of us....

Dinomobile Tours the Province

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1990s

The ROM acquires a new van. Did it visit your town?

Gayle's Story

Gayle's Story

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1950s

When I was a girl in Grade School, my parents allowed me to take the bus and streetcar, by myself, down to the Museum every Sunday afternoon. I guess the world seemed a safer place in those days.  My first visit had been with my Brownie troop, little girls marching up and down the grand stairway,...

Into the Heart of Africa

Into the Heart of Africa

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1980s

The exhibition opens in November with good attendance at the public programs. Early in the next year, protests begin and escalate. ROM changes the process by which exhibitions are proposed and approved. Full text of the catalogue may be found at...

Earliest Memories

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2000s

Visiting the ROM was probably my first childhood memory, and as far as I know it's what got me hooked on history. From the perspective of a three year old, the place was massive. I remember staring up in awe at the bones of an enormous Barosaurus. It looked as if it stretched up all the way to...